Date: Sun, 03 Apr 2005 23:17:02 +0000
From: emma smith
Subject: Sleeping with the Boss
I suppose that you could call what happened a 'Lesbian' experience;
although I haven't really been drawn to women before or since, except for
this woman of course! The action took place a few years ago when we had a
severe and sudden snow storm that left people trapped in cars on motorways
for twenty four hours and in outlying towns.
I'm an administrator for a large firm in the south-east. I'm 23 pushing
24, shortish, quite slim (thanks to my favourite sports) with small boobs,
at least I think so anyway. I shared a flat with a girlfriend,
platonically I might add, and had been totally hetro with a long term
relationship plus a few short ones in my past.
I had just come to the end one of a short one; he was a lot older than me,
divorced and had done the whole family thing and really didn't want to do
it again. With hindsight he was right to break up before we got to
serious. It was far to late for me as I was crazy about him already.
One of our Directors, Danni, was going on a day trip to visit a supplier of
some new software and hardware we were seriously thinking of investing in
and as the lead admin girl on that job I went with her.
I'd never really liked her; she was one of the new style of woman manager,
you know; MBA, single large income late thirties/early forties, with that
'I'm better than you because I'm a woman that unlike you has had to fight
through all of the old boys network to get somewhere'. Our kind of
organisation was full of them.
We drove to the company in Suffolk in her car, which was of course very
upmarket and sporty. On the outward journey the talk was of the software
and equipment and how we should handle the discussion. I confess to
falling asleep after a while because we'd had to leave at six.
The meeting went well and we made an order. They treated us to lunch and a
tour of the plant and we left them loaded down with complimentary
calendars, diaries, mouse mats, mugs and all that kind of thing.
The journey back was not looking good as the weather had closed in. Danni
said that we would keep at it and try and beat the storm. We listened to
the radio and the ever worsening reports of snow, blocked motorways and
stranded drivers.
After a while we started to chat about things in general, and I found out
that she had started not quite at the bottom but had still had a fight to
get where she was. She asked me how things were as it had been obvious
that I was unhappy after the recent break-up. I said that I thought I'd
found the right one this time but... and all of that stuff.
I thought she would sniff through her nose and give me the supercilious
older woman look. But she didn't,
"Don't worry Emma," she said, "There's no rush,"
She went on to give me a description of disastrous relationships she'd been
in and how you always come through it a better stronger person. I
confessed that I'd taken this one really badly and it had done my
confidence no good at all.
"Why?" she said incredulously.
I said that I had no boobs to speak of and that I was still very young and
that all the nice guys were married.
"What!" she laughed, "Don't you realise how many of the guys drool over
you?"
I said that I didn't, admittedly a few of the older ones would letch
occasionally but I didn't think I made that much of an impact.
"Em," she grinned, "The entire male population of the projects department
call you 'the body'. The females are all jealous as hell! Except for
Carolyn of course..."
Carolyn was a very tall and slender planner who made no secret of her
Lesbianism,
"She thinks you're, and I quote, 'fuckin' gorgeous'. Haven't you noticed?"
I said I never had, whenever I went through 'projects' I always had my nose
in the piles of mail I was delivering.
The traffic ground to a halt and a policeman on a motorcycle was cruising
the wrong way up the hard shoulder with all of his lights flashing. He
stopped and spoke to each driver, advising them that the motorway was
impassable until the snowploughs arrived. We could wait in the car or turn
back.
"Sod sitting in the car," Danni grinned and turned the car through the
already mounting snow. The motorcyclist saw us through a break in the
crash barrier and back to the junction where traffic was already being
diverted. We drove back down to a local town and stopped at the out of
town shopping centre and had a meal and drank coffee in the supermarket
restaurant. The AA man on the table next to us said that we should try to
find somewhere to stay as it was snow with a forecast of more snow to come
and we were well and truly on the wrong side of it.
"Shit," said Danni. She grinned, "I wonder?" She took out her mobile and
dialled a preset number. "Hi Steve, are you at the cottage? Oh, well, I'm
stuck and can't get past the snow on the Motorway, can I hang out at yours
until it clears, possibly sleep over if I have to? Brilliant, I'll put
something extra in your stocking next time."
Steve it turned out was her brother who owned a small cottage about thirty
odd miles back the way we came. Danni bought some milk, bread and eggs,
and we headed off down some very small lanes that were filling with snow.
At last we arrived at his cottage, it was a tiny two-up, two-down labourers
cottage and Danni swung her car onto its drive expertly. We climbed out
into foot deep snow. My shoes were meant for a business meeting not for
the country and my feet were freezing almost straight away, my light jacket
wasn't doing a lot to keep out the cold either.
Danni struck out along the side of the house and I thought to the back
door. Instead with the light of a torch she was running down the garden.
She fumbled under a statue of a nymph or something and returned with a key.
This it turned out opened the shed. In the shed was paint tin that she
opened with a screwdriver and pulled another key. This opened the back
door and we were soon in the kitchen.
I stood shivering while Danni pressed a few buttons on the boiler and
turned on the lights.
"Steve works in the city and stays with his girlfriend during the week,
they only come out here at the weekend." She filled a kettle and made
coffee.
We walked into the living room and she switched on the TV and the gas fire.
Next she slipped off her shoes and took off her trousers!
I looked down at mine, which were also damp almost to my knee.
"Let's get them dry," she said holding out her hand.
"I'm fine really," I said with my teeth chattering.
"Don't be daft," she grinned, "Come on over here by the fire,"
Once by the fire I saw the sense of it and took my trousers off. I was
wearing one of my tiniest strings as my trousers where rather tight, and
sat down self consciously to cover my cheeks. Danni however was hanging
both our trousers over a radiator. As she did I noticed that she was
wearing really tight high cut French knickers showing almost as much bum as
I was.
I relaxed a bit. Ok she was my boss, but normally I didn't even blink when
I changed in changing rooms or at the gym.
She took off her jacket, and sat next to me on the sofa, rubbing her neck.
"I hope Steve has some contact lens solution, all of the driving has made
my eyes ache. I'm going to have to take them out and put my glasses on."
We stared at the gas pouring around the coals hypnotically. My bladder
gave me a push.
I asked where the loo was and she sent me upstairs into the tiny bathroom,
and I was just finishing standing to flush when Danni walked straight into
the room, full on to my bare puss. She had taken off her jacket and the
white blouse was very sheer, showing the lace of the camisole she was
wearing.
"That better?" she said. I said that it was. "Let me have you knicks," she
said, as she slipped hers down showing her untrimmed red puss in stark
contrast to my bikini trim.
"I'm sorry?" I asked stunned.
"You don't want to wear the same ones tomorrow do you?"
"Err... not really no,"
"And you wouldn't want to borrow a pair of Steve's girlfriends either would
you,"
"No,"
"Well then, we'll both have a bath and warm up, and wash our knicks in with
some stuff Steve has to do, they'll be dry by the morning on the radiator."
"Good thinking," I said with a touch of nervousness.
"Why I'm a manager," she smiled, "I'll get the coffee while you start."
"Where I am I sleeping," I asked wanting to know where I should hang my
jacket.
"Oh through there," she said, "huge double, Steve won't mind. There's a
couple of towelling gowns in there too - I think he pinches them from
hotels!"
The bedroom looked really posh but was definitely a boys room, evident by
the dark furniture, the wetsuit hanging from picture rail and the Pirelli
calendar.
Danni was right, he did have a collection of gowns and I took the one from
the back of the pile.
I turned on the tap and I thought about a shower rather than a bath. Danni
was right of course, and I luxuriated under the hot spray feeling it
warming me through to my bones. I stole some of Steve's girlfriend's
conditioner; it was a good one and far more expensive than the huge bottles
of cheap stuff I normally use, and left it in my hair to work it's magic.
With eyes closed against the blast of the power shower I casually ran a
hand through my tiny tuft of pubic hair and across my puss lightly brushing
over the lips a few times.
"Would you like a glass of wine as well?" It was Danni, a steaming mug in
one hand and a wine glass she was sipping from in the other. She put the
mug down on a small shelf by the bath and it was plain she had seen me,
well, I wasn't playing with myself as such but it looked that way, and
given another couple of minutes I probably would have been. I flushed in
embarrassment and mumbled a thank you leaving my hand to hang over my puss
as if I'd meant to. My nips stuck out so much they almost hurt!
"I can see why they call you 'the body' Em, you're perfect. A girl without
my non-jealous outlook could go off someone with a body like yours." She
sat on the loo quite unselfconsciously for a pee.
Danni seemed to be looking past me, I saw why; the tiles were all mirrored
and the ones that weren't steamed were giving her a perfect view of all of
the bits she couldn't see already! "That trim looks lovely Em," she said
standing and blotting her puss, as if discussing pubic hair styles was a
standard conversation between us.
"Oh," I said trying to sound sophisticated, "I did it for a teeny bikini on
holiday a couple of years back and kept it ever since, it's a lot easier,"
I backed into the spray and rinsed the conditioner from my hair.
"It also gives me an idea of what your hair colour looks like without the
highlights," I'd had blond streaks put in my hair at the same time as all
of the other girls in the office had. I peaked my eyes open slightly
against the water and conditioner cascading down my face. Danni had taken
a long gulp of her wine and was staring at my puss and my tits in turn. I
turned around, and switched the water from the shower to fill the bath.
Now, I have no idea why I did what I did next; Danni had put down her
almost empty glass and was unfolding a towel to pass to me. I bent down
with my back to her and made a great display of wiping shower gel bubbles
and conditioner towards the plug hole. At the same time I also made a
great display of arse and my puss to Danni. From the mirror tiles I saw
she was making the most of the view. Finally I put the plug in, and
stepped out onto the hand towel she placed there for me and accepted the
towel which she half wrapped around me.
"I really can't understand what your hang up is about your boobs," she said
as I rubbed the long towel across my back, "They're lovely." She was
undoing the buttons of her blouse.
"Not very big though," I said pushing them out a bit.
"But a lovely shape though, Em," She slipped her blouse off and hooked it
over a hanger on the top of the door. The lace camisole was almost glued
to her and she pulled it over her head letting her boobs fall free from it.
They were perfect.
"Now those are boobs," I said watching as they moved of their own accord.
"Sag a bit now though," it was her turn to stick her chest out now, and
although she was a bit taller than me, they almost touched. Her nips were
up too.
She turned around and hung the camisole over a chair. Then she returned
the favour and leant over the bath feeling the temperature of the water and
pouring some bubble bath in and swishing it about.
Her bum was biggish but a good shape with just the hint of orange peel in
the dimples. The long groove between her buttocks tapered past a tiny
brown dot to the hair covered slit that disappeared into her thighs. She
added cold then stood back up again. I had wrapped the towel around me and
tucked the end between my boobs, She looked in the mirror over the small
sink, "D'you think a trim like yours would look good on me?" I couldn't
decide if this was a joke or not and just giggled.
"I don't like it hanging out from the side of my knicks," she said brushing
it the same way I had, "I do sometimes trim it back a bit but never like
yours."
She opened the cupboard and with a small 'aha' stood triumphantly with a
pack of disposable razors.
She sipped some more wine as she stepped in, the action giving me a perfect
view of the curly edges of her lips below the fuzz.
"Pass me my glass Em," she sighed as she hung her arms on the side and slid
into the water up to her boobs, "Ah, perfection." She drank the last of her
wine and I offered to go and fill the glass again. She told me to bring
the other glass and the bottle back up and we could share. I thought I
would also give her time to shave herself and made no effort to rush back!
On my return I sat on the edge of the bath and topped her glass pouring
myself a generous measure, "Cheers," we both said, "To a warm night and a
thaw tomorrow!" she added with a smile.
She peaked down her body and lifted her groin from the water, it was
partially shaved at the sides but there was still a huge ginger tuft
standing proud in the middle.
"How do I look?" she said.
"Needs more trimming, you'll need some scissors,"
"Look in cupboard, he's bound to have a pair," she sat up and I saw more
bare flesh where once had been red hair.
"Here," I said, handing them across. I picked up my wine glass and had a
sip and watched in fascination as she trimmed.
"Oh sod it," she giggled sipping more of her second glass and taking the
bar of soap, lathered the last of the hair and shaved it all off.
I'd never completely shaved my bush ever but watching as she ran the razor
with care across her sex quite made me think how nice it would look. Her
next request quite took me back.
"We're all girls together aren't we, could you get the last few for me?"
she asked, "I'm just as likely to slice off my clit from this angle." She
handed me the razor and lifted her legs from the water. I dropped to the
side of the bath and looked down. She was holding her lips open giving me
for the very first time a view into the pinkness of another woman's pussy.
Not saying anything I very gently placed my fingertips by hers and pushed
the labia gently to one side and scrapped down removing a few stray hairs,
repeating the process on both sides. I lifted her legs slightly and
scrapped down, and she held her breath and bit her lip and I stroked the
razor around the area of her anus.
"All finished," I said with a rapid exhalation. It was bad enough with a
blade around my own puss let alone my boss's.
"Thanks Em," she said with a big smile and leant forward and pulled the
plug.
Standing, she turned on the shower spray and stepped into the stream of
water rinsing soap and the occasional hair away. "Better clear all this up
or I'll get my brother in the shit with his girlfriend... Oh I say, that
looks great!" she was looking at the reflection of her new pussy and I must
confess it looked really nice - even as another woman and I told her so.
Taking a handful of toilet paper she bent down again and picked the short
wiry red hairs from the plug hole. Again I had the sight of her lips
pinched between her thighs and the tight anus peaking out.
I handed her the towel and she proceeded to dry her body. Now I looked I
could see that there was almost no fat on her. Even though some of the
bitchier girls in the office used to comment on the size of her arse. Only
the slightest rise to her tummy hinted at the changes brought on by her
age.
"I'm going to turn in Danni," I said, "It's been a long day," I grinned.
"No problem, I'm going to have another glass, would you like a nightcap?"
The wine was particularly good and I said that I would.
"I'll bring it through."
I lifted her brothers lovely duvet and slid under it. There was a
slightest smell of after shave and deodorant, no different to the last few
guys I'd slept with. I reflected that it was a good idea that I'd washed
away my perfume and deodorant - he'd never be able to convince a suspicious
woman of our story!
Danni appeared, still naked with the last of the wine and her clothes.
"We're all switched off and locked up downstairs," she said placing her
glass on the bedside table. "Budge over Em," she lifted the Duvet and slid
in next to me!
"Oh," I said, "I didn't realise..."
"Two bedrooms but only one bed," she said, "Sofa is to small to kip on, I
know I've tried it before."
But, as she had said before, the bed was huge and I had plenty of room to
sleep knowing that I'd never touch her unless I rolled over in the night -
some distance!
"Ah, that's lovely," she said as she relaxed back into the bed clothes.
She piled her pillows and sat up, with the duvet pulled tight across her
breasts. She picked up her glass and took a sip, and putting it down,
picked up a remote control. She pressed a few buttons and the TV came to
life. She flicked through the channels and got the nine o'clock news that
spoke of the snow storms. On the other channels were some pretend drama's.
"Let's see what video he's watching," the screen blanked for a fraction of
a second until the picture cleared to show a couple shagging in rather
graphic detail - It was a porno film!
"Oh," said Danni, "A question of sport! My naughty little brother."
As the movie continued we commenced a running commentary on the atrocious
acting and wafer thin story line. Quite soon it was apparent that each
scene was snog, major blow job, swift cunnilingus, girl on her back, hands
and knees, lots of grunting and groaning and ooh's and aah's, another
interesting position showing his dick going in and out before he pulled out
and she wanked and/or sucked him till he came over her and she crooned over
his dick.
We lay in bed giggling at the movie. Our tiredness, the relaxing effect of
the bath and the wine had the effect of shifting almost all of our
inhibitions and the video had done for whatever we might have had left, and
the room had gone very, very quiet. Danni's hand was beneath the duvet and
she was at least feeling herself for sure. Whether this was her new trim
or whether she was playing I wasn't sure but I know that I was turned on.
I put my hand down and did the same as her. The girl in the film was being
roughly shagged from behind over a table and was really getting into it.
She groaned for him to 'stick it up her ass' and he did so. I'd heard of
it of course but had never had it or seen it done. Her face grimaced in
what was meant to be exquisite pain. I thought that I really must try that
one day, after all a few guys had played with my anus before and it had
been really horny.
Finally as the actress approached her climax, he withdrew and she took him
and wanked him with such gusto that he shot come over her face and into her
mouth.
The pretence at silent and unnoticed masturbation was forgotten, at least
by me. I was flicking my clit at speed now and the final sight of her
licking the come from his prick was enough. It was something that all of
my boyfriends had talked about to me, but I'd never liked the thought of
it, but watching this beautiful girl licking it like a ice cream pushed me
over the edge. I spasmed, my head popping forward and my bum lifting from
the sheet as the waves swept over me. I relaxed back into the bed at last
and through my half open eyes I saw that Danni was watching me and not the
film anymore - her mouth hung open and she was straining her hips toward
the ceiling seeking for her climax. I have no idea why but I took my hand,
fingers still wet with my juice, and slid it across the bed to cup her
buttock, lifted from the sheet. She groaned and her left hand that had
been supporting her slapped over my hand and squeezed as she came.
"Shit," she groaned as she writhed across the bed still with my hand
squeezing her bottom. I continued the fondling and she let go and grasped
her boob squeezing roughly down towards the nipple.
"Wow," she groaned as she came down, "This video I'm going to borrow,
thanks for the hand," she said, "Just what I needed."
My hand was now trapped under her bum, and she made no sign of wanting me
to remove it so I left it there.
"I've never done anything like this," she giggled turning her head to me,
"have you?" She reached over for her wine again.
"Never once, masturbation is... well, it's mine if you know what I mean."
"I do," she said, "I know just what you mean,"
"I'm not..." I stammered, "It's not that I fancy girls or anything but just
then... I don't know if it was the wine or something."
"I think so Em." She turned to face me and looked serious but caring,
"Don't worry Em, it doesn't mean anything, it was just sex. We've been
watching a really horny film and had a few. I don't know about you but I
can't remember the last time I had a good seeing to. That orgasm was long
overdue."
"Me neither," I said, "especially after I split up with my last boyfriend."
"Fuck'em, let's have some more wine, shame to waste it. I wonder if Steve
has any other films. If he has, we can rely on each other never to tell a
soul about this couldn't we?"
I nodded. Who would believe me anyway?
As Danni climbed from the bed I rubbed across my lips again feeling the
incredible dampness and how softer the walls had become. I brushed my clit
with my finger and it was almost to much. Danni was bending over giving me
another glimpse of her great arse, the lips looking puffier this time. She
had the wardrobe door open.
"When he was a kid, he always stored his porn in his wardrobe... Bloody
hell," she said and pulled out a box. She dropped it on the bed and we
looked in. There was an instant camera, lots of pictures, a box of wet
wipes, condoms and a rabbit vibrator that everyone was talking about a
while ago. Also there was a tube I took to be lubrication and a mess of
black that in the half light looked to be a belt and a dildo. Danni picked
it out, "It's a strap on," she said and leafing through pictures picked out
a photo of a very sexy looking girl wearing it. "Bloody hell, I doubt
Jenny's Boss would like to see this," I stared at the stunning girl with
her short dark hair and the black prick jutting out, framed by black
stockings and suspenders, "She teaches at a C of E School! Ah this
explains it!"
Lastly were some sexy Polaroid photos - looking down her chest across her
tits and onto his back with the black plastic disappearing into his anus.
This was followed by a picture looking down his chest, with his dick going
in the same direction with Jenny as the recipient.
"Well," said Danni, "Bugger me!"
"You could get Jenny to do it, I'm sure she wouldn't mind," I said. We
both giggled again at the C of E dominatrix.
"Have you ever had it up there?" said Danni. I replied that I hadn't,
although some of my boyfriends had slipped fingers and tongues in there
before, and the bit on the film had almost convinced me.
"It's a real buzz," she said fingering the straps, "Weirdest feeling but a
phenomenal come."
I looked at the dildo and rubbed the tip, it wasn't that big - after all
this was a day of firsts. I looked at her and she at me and we both
smiled.
"You wouldn't... you wont tell anyone?"
"Oh come on Em, it's my reputation too you know."
"Hmm," I wriggled on the bed slightly, I desperately wanted to.
"We'll pinch a couple of his condoms," she grinned reading my look.
It took a while for us to get it attached to her because we were still
slightly pissed after all. I was a bit nervous but really excited. The
trembling feeling I got from touching her bare skin did nothing to make me
calm down. Once attached she told me to get on my hands and knees. I was
facing the headboard but turned so I was across the bed and could see all
the action in the mirror doors in the wardrobe. Danni looked at me in the
mirror as she got into position behind me. Her legs going either side of
mine felt thrilling.
"Oh yeah," she said with a dirty smile pouring the lubrication onto the end
of the condom covering the strap-on. Next she very gently ran a finger
along the crack of my bottom finally stopping at my anus.
She pushed a finger in. Wow! I gasped as she played with my anus, the
fact I could watch the look on her face only made it more exciting. She
was smiling and obviously enjoying the process as much as I was.
"Second finger," she said. I moaned as I stretched to accept her
intrusion. She had started to move her fingers gently in and out. "You
ready for me?" Her reflection asked. I peered back over my shoulder and
nodded. I dropped my head to the duvet and waited, however as soon as she
pushed the dome of the prick in, my head soon shot up again with a
surprised 'Ooh!'
The producers of the dildo had done their work and I could feel every bump
and ripple. Danni pushed it in slowly, working it in a tiny bit in and out
that already had me gasping. But within a few minutes she was all the way
in and I could feel her smooth thighs touching the cheeks of my bottom.
Doggie always was my favourite position anyway and it was a change to feel
soft flesh against me rather than course male body hair. Lastly, and as it
a final touch was needed, she put both her hands on my hips and pulled my
back on to the dildo. I cried out, but not in pain.
"Oh yeah," I gasped and Danni pushed me away only to drag me back along the
dildo again. Rather than fucking me she was moving me up and down the
dildo and it was amazing. Adding to the moment she would occasionally slap
one of my buttocks. It didn't hurt that much but the sudden shock made me
jump slightly which caused everything to tense up.
I was being royally fucked and in heaven, the timing of my groans must have
given her the clue she needed and I suddenly I wasn't being pulled back and
forth; holding me still she proceeded to fuck me, her hips blurring in the
mirror through my half open eyes.
"Harder," I heard myself groaning, "Please, I'm nearly there, don't stop,"
"Come on Em," she panted with the effort, "Come for me, I'm fucking your
fucking arse, come for me!"
That was enough. The dirty talk pushed me over the edge and I came, every
muscle tightening spastically as she slipped the dildo in and out. I
slumped forward, crying as the dildo came out.
Danni stroked my back, bottom and thighs as I recovered. She had a huge
smile on her face and beamed at me as I came back to life.
"There, that's better isn't it?"
I could only nod as I tried to get my breath back, laying slumped on one
side. I must have dozed for the next thing I felt was the coolness of one
of the wipes along my bottom and cheeks. Danni was wiping me with the care
one would give to a baby. I rolled onto my back and she continued with my
inner thighs and across my bush.
She still had that wonderful smile for me and I grinned back. She had
removed the strap on and it sat on the floor by the bed.
"Wow!" I said, "I have never come like that for anyone before, not even
me,"
"Good," she said dropping the wipe to the floor and placing a warm hand on
my thigh. Although she hadn't said anything I knew she would want me to
return the compliment.
"Can I fuck you now?"
"Oh please do," she said with a longing look in her eye, "I badly need to
come after watching you. I've never needed a good length the way I do
tonight," she tried to look sultry and turned so her bum was facing me,
"Take me Em," she said with a grin.
I giggled nervously again. I put one leg into the harness of the strap-on
and then the other. Danni pulled the waist belt around me and adjusted it
so if fitted around my narrow waist. The leg straps were similarly
adjusted. Danni's hands were all over me, softly touching my bottom,
thighs and legs, again it was really thrilling!
I put a fresh condom on the dildo and looked down at Danni's puss, there
was no way she'd need lubrication!
I knelt on the bed, the black willy sticking out rudely, and grinned not
knowing what to do next. Danni knelt opposite me grinning too and we both
giggled. Never having a penis before I wasn't sure what I had to do with
it and it was obvious that Danni wanted me to take the lead and for her to
be passive this time. She must have realised my nervousness and climbed
onto her hands and knees the same way that I had. This is my, and probably
if we were all honest, most women's favourite position and I moved across
so that Danni's bum was before me. I wasn't sure if she wanted it up the
bum, she hadn't offered me the lubrication or anything so I aimed the
bulbous tip at her puffy lips and, as she watched me in the mirror, I
slowly pushed it forward into her.
Her eyes closed in the same delight I'd known a few minutes before, and she
laughed rudely. "Oh yeah," she said after a long drawn in breath, as I
pushed forward until my hips touched her bum. She wriggled slightly and
got comfortable with it inside her. "Go on Em," she panted, "Fuck me," I
pulled back and pushed in again, slowly getting used to this new feeling.
I put a hand on the base of her spine and she smiled back at me, what the
hell, I thought, she had just fucked me and I was now fucking her - It
couldn't get much more intimate than that so I grasped her hips and used
the grip to increase the pressure of our movements. I was moving, she was
moving and we were both getting used to this new game. "Oh yeah, oh yeah,"
she gasped again and again as I thrust backwards and forwards into her.
She shook her mane of red hair and groaned as I increased speed, the mirror
to her side was forgotten as she concentrated on the feelings from her
loins. "Go on Em, harder, harder."
I knew from experience that dropping from my hands to my shoulders changed
the position allowing my partners weapon to touch my G-spot. I told Danni
to do this.
The effect was electric; whether it was really that new to her or whether
it was me taking the lead I don't know but she started to writhe violently,
until with face, arms and hands flat to the duvet she sat submissively
while I fucked her, she gasping at each thrust, until she came violent
straining her neck back as her flushed body tensed in orgasm.
Danni giggled as she slumped to her side, her vagina erupting with
occasional burps of air I'd fucked into her. I lay down next to her as she
recovered with the obscene protuberance still sticking out and wet from
Danni's orgasm. We lay and got our breath back sighing at our shared
pleasure and the secrecy and newness of it all.
We both said how great it had been getting, as she so eloquently put it, a
bloody good shafting without guilt or worry. Danni rubbed the tip of the
dildo again as we spoke and then idly brushed the tip of my boob just above
it. My nipples sprung to attention and she carried on brushing lightly and
gently on them. It was obvious I suppose, she rubbed them the way I did -
not the grasping and grabbing of guys, which in the heat of passion is just
fine, but sometimes they need to be caressed gently and of course Danni new
that.
"Can I kiss these?" she asked me looking at them like they were precious
possessions. I nodded and she dipped her head and kissed my nipples
lightly and tenderly causing me to tingle all over. My right arm was
beneath me with my hand in a perfect position to cup and tease her left
boob right above it. She wriggled slightly as I did the same to her as she
was doing to me.
Upping the game again, she pushed me down on my back and straddled me and
the strap-on, slipping it into herself with a groan. She rode up and down
on it, while she continued to fondle and suckle my boobs, which were tender
almost the point of being painful. She of course knew this and played them
beautifully and I was rising to find fulfilment. As I gasped to her
fondling, she realised that I needed a fucking the same way that she was
now getting for a second time. She gripped my shoulder and rolled so I was
now in the dominant position and fucking her again. It took a while to get
the movement but I was obviously getting it right as Danni started to groan
again. Although it took some doing her hand managed to reach under the
strap to find the nub of my clit and she rubbed it bringing us closer to a
joint climax similar to our first of that night. And as I thrust harder
and harder into her, this put added pressure on her fingers and we both
groaned together into each others faces.
Without either of us thinking about it, a second before we crashed to a
climax our lips pushed together and our tongues clashed. We both came with
me dropping onto Danni and her hugging me and pushing against the plastic
weapon inside her. We continued to kiss though; in the same way that you
did after a fuck, tongues rubbing together flicking against lips in the
wonderful consolidation of the moments we'd shared. We both slept for a
short time hugging the other, until Danni woke and started to undo the
straps of the strap-on. I lifted my bottom from the bed as Danni pulled
the contraption free of my hips. My pubis so close to her face made her
dip down and kiss me just where the hair was shaved. I smiled down at her,
and she dropped her head to me and kissed me all over my groin, raising my
legs to allow her full access to my inner thighs. I suppose I was
disappointed that she didn't go down on me from there but she did make up
for it when I felt the end of what turned out to be the condom covered
rabbit vibrator slipping into my soft and swollen puss. There followed the
most amazing period of what must have been a quarter of an hour were she
fucked me, massaged my clit with the ears and generally brought me off more
times than I could count. As she played with me I managed to grab the
strap on and after a bit of a wrestling match with her, pulled the dildo
free of the harness so I could fuck her with it. The wrestling match ended
with us in a 69 position using fingers and toys, and in my case, tongues to
bring the other off.
Danni must have realised I was doing this and soon I felt the ears of the
vibrator removed and the soft squeeze on my clitoris of what could only be
lips. Both toys were removed eventually in favour of the caresses of lips
and tongues. I hadn't even considered the taste of my partner, after all I
never had done when I'd given blow jobs before.
We sucked and licked and thrilled each other and those final climaxes,
although lacking the power of the first ones, had such an intensity about
them that made them all the more special.
We lay together laughing at the end, the room heady and redolent with the
smell of pussy. If the room was cold I couldn't have told, because as I
lay there without even the energy to pull up the duvet I was sweating and
my skin was pleasantly pink.
Danni pulled herself to lie next to me turning off the still buzzing rabbit
and laying it on the floor next to her.
She kissed me again, not passionately like before but with tenderness and
with a look in her eye that spoke volumes.
"Thank you Em," she said, "That was lovely, I don't know about you but I
have never known a night quite like that. The man that gets you is going
to be bloody lucky."
I grinned. I really couldn't think of an answer.
We lay together until sleep took us. I awoke a while later as Danni pulled
the duvet over us and snuggled protectively into me with one hand holding
my breast.
Next morning I awoke to the smell of a cooked breakfast and Danni in a
towelling gown with a tray loaded down with goodies. I didn't know how to
behave, would she want to talk about it or even wish to acknowledge it had
happened? I needn't have worried for as she slipped out of the robe and
climbed under the covers she said that her nipples and clit hadn't gone
down from the night before and what a little minx I was to make her come
like that, and so often.
We both showered again, cleaned up Steve's toys and disposed of his condoms
and straightened the bedroom. We were both still horny it was obvious but
in the cold light of day and without the wine... I don't know, perhaps we
were both waiting for the other to make the first move.
Finally we got dressed and Danni took two Polaroid pictures of us together
in the bedroom with huge smiles and Steve's TV in the background, nothing
sordid, just a keepsake and reminder of the night we let passion get the
better of us.
The snow had been cleared and we crossed the Thames and the chapter closed,
Danni introduced the subject of the office and we each agreed with few
words that we'd never tell a soul what had happened between us. I was a
bit disappointed that we'd ended it there, she certainly didn't make a
suggestion that we could have a replay. At least not until a few days
later. It was end of year and all of us were looking to get our accounts
finalised. I was last in the office and thought the shadow that was cast
across my desk was one of the guards coming to throw me out,
"Come on Em," said that familiar voice, "I'd hate to get locked in with
you, well at least not without a bottle of wine and a video anyway." The
look she gave me was knowing and very rude.
I looked out of the window as I shut down my computer,
"There's never any bloody snow when you want some is there."
"You, Emma are a very naughty girl and need a good spanking,"
"Now you are talking," I giggled. She took a step closer...
"Come on now ladies, some of us want to go home,"
"Too right we do," said Danni sighing and walking back to her office while
the guard watched me like a hawk.
Danni was promoted to the board and I saw much less of her. I met the most
wonderful guy a few months later in the planning office of all places. I
had decided to smile as I walked through and said good morning to all of
them, including Carolyn. I mean, once bitten and all that.
If I hadn't started to grin at them all I'd never have noticed Dave. He
was a new guy and I got into conversation with him when I gave him his
first pile of mail. He asked me out and, despite my best intentions about
business and pleasure, I agreed. He is a perfect gentleman and I
eventually ended up almost ripping his clothes off one night after he'd
seen me to the door and we snogged on the doorstep. He stayed the night
and the next and the next, we now share a house and he asked me to marry
him one Sunday night after the most fantastic romantic weekend. We have
invited Danni to the wedding. Several people, including my fiance have
asked why. I haven't the nerve to tell him that she holds the record for
making me come in one session, more so even than him! I might explain the
relevance of the Polaroid picture in my handbag, then again I might not.
Just in case he wants to join in - no way!